"They want silent killer"

My jaw literally hits the floor after hearing Jay mutter those words.

But that's my nickname! So they want me?

Not many people know my real name, but almost every body in this world knows who silent killer is.
Reason being that I always leave my signature mark in form of a note, beside each body I kill. The note contains nothing less than two words; 'Silent Killer'

It does sound cliché

"Here", he says, handing me a bullet proof vest.

"But why does he want me? How did he know I'm in Rome?", I say receiving the vest from him.

"It so happened that one of his hooligans was on the same plane you boarded here"

"But why does he want me?"

"You're the most feared assassin who is also extremely beautiful, who wouldn't want you?"

"You?"

"Haha! Believe me when I say it's only a matter of time!" He says chuckling and I just pretend to blush. My charm seems to have started warming its way into the heart of the most revered Mafia. Good job, Jem!

"So what's our next move?" I ask really concerned.

"Nothing! It's likely whoever is coming to attack me will locate my room. So I'm gonna pretend to be asleep while you hide in the closet over there", he says pointing at the supposed closet.

"What if they're more than two?"

"That's why you're hiding in the closet!"

He explains before moving towards the bed, probably to put his plan into action.

"What are you still staring at? Go already!", he whispers fiercely.

This is a terrible idea.

I go to the closet and lock my self in it. From the peephole, I see him turning off the bedside lamp and pulls the bed cover over his head.
I silently pray that everything works out fine.

My hand unconsciously goes to the black chain I was given by Alan. Oh fuck! I have completely forgotten I was wearing one...

All of a sudden I hear gunshots. Oh My Gosh! Anita is outside and I hope it isn't her that is hit.

Just then, the bedroom door creaks open slowly and since my sight is limited to just the peephole, I can't see who it is.

Not long after, the room becomes hazy like a fog. Whoever entered must have filled the room with tear gas. I can't see a damn thing.

I hope Jay is okay. He is my kill and no one else. From the little space I'm limited to, I glance around the closet and find a piece of camouflage bandanna. I use it to wrap around my nose and I come out of the closet.

I use my right hand to hold the gun and my left hand to hold my dagger.

I slowly walk out of the closet and I stealthily move towards the bed. My eyes begin to water from the irritation of the gas.

Just then, a very muscular arm wraps around my neck and I begin gasping for air. The more I struggle for air, the more the arm tightens around my neck. The room begins to become clear and my sight slowly adjusts to the environment.

In my state, I see another one of them dragging Jay out of the room. I begin to fade into subconsciousness.

'They are going to kill Jay', my thought registers and that realization brings me back to reality.

It's time to make Jay trust me. I need to put those wrestling tactics to action now.

With my mind set on rescuing Jay from the hooligans, I use the heel of my boot to kick the person holding me from behind, causing him to bend over in pain. I glance at where Jay was and I notice him trying to struggle.

They must have drugged him when everywhere was foggy.

I bend over quickly and pick up my dagger that fell when I was being held from behind.

I throw the dagger straight at the man holding Jay and it hits him right in the schnoz. He doubles over, dropping Jay roughly on the floor of the bedroom.

I quickly turn around and jack the other one by the side. I rush to the first one I threw the dagger at and I hastily drag it out of his schnoz.

I use the already blood-stained dagger and slit his throat open.

As I turn around, a very powerful force hits me on the head and for a moment, I'm dazed. I drop the gun and dagger and fall to my knees. Everything begins spinning and I start seeing black dots. My hand unconsciously moves to my head and I feel the familiar warm feeling in my hands. I bring my hand down and true to my guess, it's blood. My blood!

My vision becomes blurry but I can still make out the outlines of my surroundings.

Just then, I dizzily spot the only thug left trying to drag Jay out of the room.

'Jay is mine and mine to kill alone'!. With that thought set in my mind, I slowly pick up the gun and aim for the thug.

BOOM!

I shoot him right in the forehead and he immediately he drops dead and dies.

I crawl slowly towards Jay and drag him towards the bed and effortlessly carries him on the bed. It'd have definitely been an effort if I was just an ordinary teenage girl but since when did I become ordinary?

My sight doubles and I struggle to go back to my room but just then, my stupid fogged brain decides to remember Anita.

Urgh! I internally groan and sluggishly move towards the verandah.
I just hope that the gun shot I heard earlier on wasn't meant for Anita.

Once outside, I see red everywhere. Oh my goodness! I begin to to trace the blood and I release a sigh of relief.

It isn't Anita's blood. Oh what a relief!

Instead, it's the blood of a dog, a German shepherd to be precise.

"Are you okay?", I ask the first thing that comes to my mind.

"I am but Roxie isn't!", she replies, pointing at the wounded dog on her laps.

So, Roxie is a dog? And here I was thinking Roxie is an able bodied soldier!

"How did this happen? "

I ask pointing towards the dog's wounded foot trying to prevent myself from falling.

"I tried to wrestle one of them and they aimed a gun at me, but fortunately for me and unfortunately for Roxie, I wasn't shot and he escaped. Now will you please help me get Roxie to her kennel?" she says rambling. Boy does she talk a lot. But I'm guessing that's because she practically didn't talk to anyone almost her entire life.

"Sure!" I say helping her lift Roxie to the kennel and even for both of us, the damn dog is still too heavy.

"Oh my cakes! What the fuck happened to your head?", she asks gasping.

"Oh this? It's nothing... I... "

"Oh shut up! You're bleeding to death and you're telling me it's nothing? Now follow me!", she says grabbing me by the arm and dragging me to the infirmary, I hope!

"Did you study medicine?"

I ask once we we're settled in the infirmary.

"Oh no! No! No! No! No! " she says chuckling.

"Then why do you have an infirmary in Jay's house? "

"How do you know this is not for Jay or Dimitri? "

"I've been to Jay's and Dimitri's room and I've been to yours. Their rooms are not in order but yours is"

"That doesn't prove anything! "

"It doesn't? Now watch this! "

I say getting up and moving to the first aid cabinet. I take out a scissors and put it on the table. I look at Anita for effect.

I take back the scissors and put it back in the cabinet the same way I met it.

"Now if this infirmary isn't yours, you'll leave the scissors the way I left... "

I didn't even complete my sentence as she rushes back to the cabinet, opens it and keeps it back in order. As if it wasn't arranged. She double checks to make sure I didn't disarrange any other thing.

"I knew it, you have OCD!", I say exclaiming, causing my head to slightly hurt. I touch the bandage and hold the bench for support so I wouldn't fall.

"You need to rest, those pills I gave you should start kicking in any time soon", she says, trying to deviate from the topic.

"First answer my questions? "

"I will as we head towards your room!", she says smirking, pointing towards the door, indicating 'after you '

"Fine! Now answer my questions? "

"You haven't asked any"

"Do you or do you not have OCD?"

"Oh alright! I do. I just can't stand the sight of things that are in total disarray! It gives me a migraine", she says sagging her shoulders. This is both bad and good.

I always wondered what that meant but once checked it out and found out that OCDs are excessive thoughts (obsessions) that lead to repetitive behaviours (compulsions). Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is characterised by unreasonable thoughts and fears (obsessions) that leads to compulsive behaviours.

"I don't know what to say", I tell her truthfully, I really don't know whether to say sorry or 'oh'

"You don't have to say anything and where is Jay?", she asks.

"In his room! He passed out, so I laid him on the bed. Where's Dimitri? ".

"He also passed out, so I also laid him on the bed".

"Who runs this mother fucking world...?".

"Girls!", she says almost immediately and we both laugh out loud. Ah! Just like old times...

"So is that the only question you wanted to ask me? "

"No, why? "

"We are already at your door"

Oh right! I don't even realize it. I was so engrossed in the conversation that I lost track of both time and place.

"Well, if you didn't study medicine, what did you study? And how are you so good at medicine? "

"Hmm... I studied the English language and am now taking medicine classes"

"I'm confused".

"You should be"

"What department were you in high school? "

"I was part science, part art and full time social science "

"But that's impossible "

"Not when you have a super, dynamic, intelligent brain"

"But... "

"Just let it be. I myself don't understand and I don't expect anyone in this damn world to", she says sadly. Why does she always have to make the situation awkward?

"I should go now. Good night"

"Yeah you too!"

I go straight to the bathroom and discard the dress. I scrub my body, trying to see if there's any way I can scrub away my past and present life.

"Never be a prisoner of your past. It was just a lesson, not a life sentence", Alan's words rings at the back of my brain.

Alan is the best brother any one could wish for. I should video call him. I round up my bath and put on a lace nightie as I prepare to place a call across to him.

Alan : Hey baby bear! What the fuck happened to your head?

Me: it's a long story

He watches me curiously as I begin to narrate the day's event...

Alan: You need rest, you know.

Me: I know. I just wanted to see you and hear your voice

Alan : In that case, let me sing you a song...

"..Baby I'm missing you now! And it's driving me crazy, how I'm needing you baby cos I'm missing you now. Can't wait till am alone with you, to show you how I'm missing you now!..", he sings.

Me: Really? How do you intend to show me how you're missing me?.

I ask him this thinking he might have started to develop romantic feelings for me...

Alan: Now that you asked, I'm going to throw a surprise welcome back party and give you a fucking tight bear hug.

Me: Oh! Okay! I should go to bed now! I need to sleep. Good night love!

Alan: Good night dear!

And he hangs up the call. I'm just fucking waiting for the day he'll see me as more than his baby sister.

As I drift into the comfort zone of the abyss, I bolt upright again with a disturbing thought. I ended up with my one hundredth kill tonight when I decimated the thugs.

That means Dennis and Jay are going to be my 101st and 102nd kills respectively.

Impressive!.